ISSUES | spring 2001
24.1 (Spring 2001): "Haunted"
Featuring work by Jennifer Anna Gosetti, Kerry Hardie, Paul LaFarge, Kris Lackey, E.J. Levy, Willa Rabinovitch, Austin Ratner, Martin Scott, Judy Troy, David Tucker, Ann Joslin Williams
CONTENT FROM THIS ISSUE
Interviews
Nov 10 2011
An Interview with Alix Kates Shulman
This interview was conducted by Charlotte Templin. Interviewer: When did you make the decision to be a writer? Shulman: I did not intend to be a writer. I first wanted… read more
Poetry
Dec 01 2001
Poetry Feature: Kerry Hardie
Featuring the poems: Sheep Fair Day Suzanna K. Dances Flow When Maura Had Died Winter Heart
Fiction
Dec 01 2001
Naked Man
We are nothing alike. If my mother had had a coffee-colored baby with nappy hair after she went off with Clay Dixon, that child would look more like her than I do. Now, of course, she has the sagging cheeks, the giving-way at the jaw line. At the airport, any of the old women getting off the plane could have convinced me they were her.
Fiction
Dec 01 2001
First Person
“The first step he took was his first step toward the penitentiary,” Pam liked to joke about her son, Avery, during the year that she and Avery lived next door to me in Sea Coast Villiage, which sounds like a prettier place than it was. It was a strip of poverty down in the Florida Panhandle near the ocean, shortly before that part of the coastline was developed.
Fiction
Dec 01 2001
Nine Worthy and the Best That Ever Were
That there lived a man named Israel Schelde, there can be no dispute. There is the reflex hammer with the reddish rubber tomahawk head bearing his initials. There is the re shirt, thick and coarse like Indian just, with black buttons, that Israel was known to wear as a coat and in which he appears in many photographs. And in many other places there are many other things, and many people will give accounts of him.
Fiction
Dec 01 2001
Wishbones
Our father always called my mother Bean. She was slender and crisp. Now her cheeks sank in darkened hollows. Her nose was a pointy beak. I found her on the front porch, looking off toward the mountain. She flinched when I came up on her; then her arms trembled and one leg quivered in a little burst as if she had a chill.
Poetry
Dec 01 2001
Poetry Feature: Martin Scott
Featuring the poems: The Isenheim Resurrection; Cemetary By the Deer Blind; Richard Mather Aboard the James, 1635; Anatomy of Resurrection; Chrome Horse
Fiction
Dec 01 2001
Rat Choice
Lately Lisa’s mother had been telling her things she does not want to know. Lisa’s mother, who has told her little, now will not shut up. She follows Lisa to the car, under starlight, to tell her that Lisa’s father has been impotent for years.
Fiction
Dec 01 2001
The Separatists
The enthusiasts had planned to hold their Eight Annual Dinner Dance at the house of Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Kamilelaa, but the Kamilelaas were divorced in March, and Mrs. K., who kept the house, refused to host a party to which her husband would have to be invited.
Poetry
Dec 01 2001
Poetry Feature: David Tucker
Featuring the poems: City Editor Looking For News, My Father Taking Arms Against a Sea of Troubles, Downsizing, And This Just In, You Know
Poetry
Dec 01 2001
Poetry Feature: Jennifer Anna Gosetti
from Other Cartesian Medetations [View Details]
from Arts for Things Real and Imagined
Fiction
Dec 01 2001
The After Man
It will sound dead on like an infomercial when I confess the truth. That is because at the beginning — no, for ten years before the real start, when I actually dwindled — the cable hucksters spoke to me at all hours in their baby lisps and daddy nostrums and lover landishments until the world split into food and joy and I chose joy.
Nonfiction
Dec 01 2001
Merced
Mercedes had been to two other Ers before showing up at Bellevue three weeks ago. I’d only been doing sick call that day because one of the other residents had twisted his knee playing volleyball. She was a classic aseptic meningitis, the kind that you’d sent home with asprin and some chicken soup, but the ER had decided to admit her to the hospital.